“You’ve been busy,” she said admiringly.

“Thanks.”

“He has to be someone who has access…probably Hiram?” She thought of Irene Calloway’s big grandson. He really didn’t seem to have the brainpower to pull off something like this. And Irene? Would she really spy on her tenants?

“He’s at the top of my list, but I’m going to do some checking. I got the name and model number of the camera. Like I said, state of the art, so I’m going to find out who bought one in the last eighteen months or so.”

“By using your connections with the police?”

“See, you are a bright girl,” he teased, obviously not concerned that their little lovemaking session might turn up on YouTube or MySpace or God-only-knew what video-sharing site on the Internet. Someone who recognized her could even send it to her father’s e-mail account.

She winced at the thought.

“Relax,” Jay said, as if reading her thoughts. “The lights were out last night. I don’t think it’s an infrared camera.”

“Oh, God.” She hadn’t thought of that. Nor did she want to consider that whoever this techno-geek might be, he could be sophisticated enough to enhance the video imagery.

Things were rapidly going from bad to worse.

Jay reached for the door. “So, let’s both go inside and let him know that you won’t be around tonight, give him plenty of opportunity.”

They reentered and Kristi glanced toward the camera, still blocked by her books. They both made a big fuss about the dog and returned to their spots. Jay turned off the music and they talked about everything and nothing, then made plans to go to “his place” without giving out any specifics. She packed her things, including her computer, sleeping bag, the necklace with the vial they found, the bike, and a change of clothes.

Since she intended to attend Father Mathias’s morality play and Jay had a dinner meeting with the head of his department, they took separate cars through the rain to the address Jay had written on a business card and slipped to her, thus avoiding anyone overhearing where they would be staying. It was also important that she take her car so that her own personal voyeur would realize the Honda wasn’t parked in its usual spot, and he would feel safer and hopefully take the opportunity to break inside and reposition his equipment.

The thought of him skulking around her place, maybe searching through her drawers and touching her underwear, made her shiver. Who was the guy?